CW: bimbofication, corruption, transformation, breast expansion, ass expansion, femsub, personality erasure, corporate greed,
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Angelika had never been the kind of person who bought novelty drinks.
She preferred a black coffee in the morning, mineral water during the day, maybe a glass of wine in the evening if the week had been particularly long.
Which was why the bright pink bottle sitting in her hand made no sense at all.
She turned it slightly, watching the liquid inside catch the light. Tiny bubbles clung to the glass, rising lazily to the surface in a way that seemed almost playful. The label was just as strange. 'Pink Think Drink', written in looping, cheerful letters that felt at odds with her usual tastes.
"I don't even remember buying this," she muttered.
But she must have.
It was already open. And half empty.
Angelika frowned faintly, trying to recall when exactly she had taken the first sip. The memory felt slippery, like something she had just missed. One moment she had been going about her evening, the next —
A soft giggle escaped her lips.
She froze.
That wasn't like her.
Her hand rose instinctively, brushing lightly against her mouth as if she could catch the sound before it fully existed. Her lips felt strange, puffy and plump.
She shook her head.
'You're imagining things,' she told herself firmly. 'It's just a drink.'
Her eyes drifted back to the bottle.
The color seemed brighter now. More inviting. The bubbles inside moved in a way that was almost mesmerizing, rising and popping with a soft, rhythmic consistency.
Her grip tightened slightly.
'It did taste good,' she admitted, the thought slipping in before she could stop it.
Light. Sweet. Almost ticklish.
Another quiet giggle bubbled up, softer this time, as if it had been waiting.
Angelika pressed her lips together, trying to regain control of herself. "This is ridiculous," she said under her breath, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.
She was a serious woman. A smart woman. She didn't sit around giggling for no reason. She didn't giggle at all.
And yet, despite that certainty, she found herself lifting the bottle again.
Just one more sip.
The liquid slipped down her throat, cool and sparkling, and for a brief moment everything else seemed to soften around the edges.
Her shoulders relaxed.
A brighter, more buoyant feeling spread through her chest.
And before she could stop it, another small, breathy laugh escaped her.
Angelika blinked, her focus slipping just slightly as she looked down at the bottle again.
"Fuzzy," she murmured. Then she giggled. "Like, I meant fizzy."
Her cheeks felt flushed. Her heart was beating a little faster than it had been a moment ago, but it wasn't unpleasant.
In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so light. So silly.
Giggling she shivered, a strange pressure inside her chest grew. She placed her free hand against the soft flesh of her bosom. The skin beneath her blouse and bra tickled.
"I feel all bubbly," Angelika giggled, her breath catching as her nipples began to harden, straining against the silky fabric of her bra. A gentle friction heightened the feeling of warmth spreading throughout her body. "Just like the fuzzy drink."
Again giggles burst through her thick lips. "I like totally mean fizzy," she corrected herself, giggling again.
Gulping she continued drinking, letting her tongue playfully lap up the last remaining droplets. Her pillow-lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle. And she sucked. Squealing happily when her lips popped loose from the glass surface with a loud smacking sound.
A soft, bubbly sigh left her mouth as she set down the bottle. It was completely empty. She ran her fingers along the edge, smiling absently. Everything felt fuzzy. In a nice, tingly, bubbly kind of way.
Her gaze wandered to her reflection in a nearby mirror. She licked the last droplets from her thick lips. They looked far plumper and more pronounced than she remembered them looking earlier that morning.
Angelika stood, a slow smile spreading across her features. Her feet felt unsteady. They demanded to be arched, her weight should be balanced on the front and toes. Her hands reached out to grab the table, but somehow, they missed it, landing on her blouse-covered bosoms instead.
She squeezed her mounds softly. "Ooh, so soft and squishy, "she moaned in a sultry, husky voice, feeling a wave of pleasure course through her body.
Angelika stared at her reflection, watching her hard nipples poke against the fabric of her clothes. The buttons of her blouse strained against seemingly expanding mounds.
Angelika giggled. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body felt amazing. Like all of her stress and worry were melting away. Dripping into her curves.
She couldn't stop giggling, her hands massaging her soft flesh, feeling the firm nipples poke against the sensitive palms of her hands. It was like a dream come true.
Another wave of pleasure washed over Angelika. She bit her lower lip, moaning in delight as her fingers continued their journey of discovery over her swelling body. "So totes hawt," she whispered.
Suddenly there was a pop. A single button flew through the air and clattered onto the ground. The pop reminded Angelika of the pink fuzzy bubbles popping inside her fizzy mind.
Angelika blinked, her eyelashes batting as her mind tried to comprehend what just happened. Then she started giggling. "Oopsy." She giggled louder as two more pops followed in quick succession, sending the tiny buttons flying through the air like glittering diamonds. The fabric of her blouse could no longer contain the expanding mountains. "Heehee, my blouse is all, like, busted!" she giggled. Her hands caressed the silky flesh of her expanding breasts. They were so soft and bouncy. It felt like her fingers were sinking into two mounds of fluffy marshmallows.
As she massaged the sensitive globes, Angelika's nipples started to ache and throb with desire. Her hands wandered, gently touching her stiff peaks, sending sparks of electricity through her entire body. She moaned in ecstasy, her body shuddering in pleasure as she squeezed and kneaded her tender flesh, the feeling growing more intense with each passing moment.
All while more and more bubbles popped inside her mind, coating thought after thought, memory after memory in giggling pink. Angelika felt so giggly and bubbly, so horny, and fuzzy and warm.
More pops followed as she continued her ministrations on her breasts. The soft fabric of her bra strained and groaned as the mountains expanded beyond its capacity, and Angelika moaned in pleasure, the pressure on her swelling boobs increasing as they continued to grow.
Suddenly, there was a loud rip as her jeans gave way, unable to contain her rapidly growing form any longer. Her peach-shaped butt sprung free.
She gasped in surprise and turned around to admire her shapely bottom. She could see how perfectly rounded her cheeks were. Her butt felt firm, yet supple to the touch. Her heart skipped a beat as she ran her hands over the soft, smooth flesh of her perfect bubbles.
"Oooh!" she moaned in ecstasy as she squeezed and caressed her buttocks.
Angelika giggled. "My jeans got all ripped." More bubbles popped in her brain. Fuzzy and fizzy thoughts swirled inside her mind, turning every thought into giggling pink pops.
She looked at her ruined clothes and then back to her growing breasts. She licked her thick, plush lips and smiled a big, bubbly smile. "I'm like totally hawt!" she squealed in excitement, squeezing her expanding mounds. "I look just like a bimbo doll!" Angelika giggled and twerked her ass, the sound of her flesh jiggling and slapping against itself sent a thrill of excitement up her spine.
"Butt," she giggled," but something is missing." Angelika paused for a second, her gaze traveled to her arched feet. She bit down on her lip as her mind leaked out between her legs.
She looked at her bare feet, a wicked idea bubbled inside her mind, "I totes know what I need," Angelika squealed, bouncing on her toes, "Heels!" She clapped excitedly, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes darted around the room and quickly landed on the pair of shiny black heels in the corner. They looked like a pair she might have owned, but she couldn't remember. Not anymore, not while her mind was filled with fizz and pink, popping bubbles.
Angelika skipped over to them and slipped them onto her arched feet. She felt a wave of excitement run through her body. She twirled and giggled, feeling her balance shift. "These heels are like, okay," Angelika pouted. "Buts need to be higher," she added. "And shinier, and pinker."
Her eyes traveled over her ruined clothes, as more and more of her brain popped into pink think. It was a fun idea. "I need new clothes," Angelika exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. She grabbed her purse, rummaged through it, and found her phone and credit card.
She giggled, feeling the bubbly sensation inside her chest and her mind grow stronger. She swayed from side to side, her butt jiggled and wobbled with each move. She bit her plump lips, feeling a shudder of pleasure course through her entire body.
Angelika grabbed the 'Think Pink Drink' bottle and found a number she needed to call. The phone rang twice, before someone picked up. She twirled a strand of blonde hair between her fingers and began to talk. She didn't wait for an answer. Her words sweet and giggly, like bubbles in champagne, flowed in a single stream. "I like want new clothes. Like totes hawt clothes. And super sexy heels," she purred.
A composed monotone woman answered. "Affirmative. New Bimbo doll, you have called via the 'Think Pink Drink' number. How much did you consume?" she inquired, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.
"A bottle!" Angelika giggled, twirling on her heel and watching as her ass shook in the mirror. The sensation of her newly formed butt sent a shudder of pleasure through her, her plump lips parting as she moaned softly. "And I totes need new clothes. Something all pink and sparkly, with like really high heels!"
"Affirmative. Do you still have another full bottle at home," the woman asked, her voice still neutral.
"Uh huh," Angelika replied, her eyes crossed as a throbbing pulse rushed through her cunt. She gasped, the feeling was almost overwhelming as it sent her head spinning in a whirl of pink bubbles. "I have totally two more."
"Affirmative. Consume them immediately. Afterwards press the link you will receive shortly, bimbo doll," the monotone voice continued, seemingly unaffected by the growing desire and need that were building in Angelika's body.
Angelika paused, a sudden flash of thirst rippled through her mind. "I'm like so thirsty." She moaned as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, aching for more.
"Affirmative. Consume your bimbo soda," the voice repeated. Angelika nodded, her mind fizzing with anticipation. She could feel her body trembling, aching for something she didn't fully comprehend.
She hung up the phone and moved towards the kitchen. With each step, she could feel her heels clicking on the hard floor. Her long legs and firm, round buttocks wiggled and swayed in unison. Angelika licked her lips, feeling the heat inside her body intensifying, her pussy pulsing with need.
Angelika grabbed the two 'Think Pink Drink' bottles from the refrigerator and unscrewed the caps, her eyes fixed on the pink bubbling liquid. Her heart raced. Her body trembled with excitement as she brought one of the bottles to her plump, full lips. The taste of the liquid was sweet and slightly tart, tingling on her tongue as it went down her throat.
The effect was immediate. Her body began to heat up, the warmth spreading from her core to every corner of her being. She could feel the pleasure coursing through her veins, a wave of ecstasy that engulfed her. Angelika gasped as she felt the bubbling, pink think replacing her mind. She could hardly think at all, her thoughts all focused on one thing, one single goal.
She drank more, gulping down the second bottle, her thirst for the pink bubbly fizz was insatiable. The heat in her body intensified, and the pressure between her legs became almost unbearable. Angelika's nipples were so stiff and sensitive, it should hurt. But she couldn't feel pain. Only pleasure.
Angelika gasped, her eyes rolled back, the pink fizzy soda replacing the last drops of her old mind. "I am so hawt, so bubbly, and bimbo, like so good and pink!" She exclaimed in ecstasy, the words spilling out of her mouth like bubbles.
Angelika dropped to the floor, the pleasure overwhelming her senses, her legs spread wide open, and she moaned in bliss. She felt the pink think inside her mind, bubbling up like a volcano, and then bursting with a loud pop.
With empty eyes she tapped on the link. And Angelika dissolved in pink bubbles.
***
Angel stood in the middle of the room. Legs straight. Hands rested at her thick hips. Impossible boobs and butt pushed outwards she waited. A small bubble of pink popped in her empty head. She had no thoughts. She had no mind.
The door opened. A man and a woman entered. The man wore a black suit, a smirk graced his lips. The woman wore a tightly bound bun. And a parody of office wear that Angel once would have believed only to exist in cheap porn.
"Fuck, she looks like all the others. Tiana this is now the one hundred and seventeen one?" He chuckled and stepped towards Angel. He pressed a hand against her breast. "I love our new product."
"That's right, sir. One hundred and seventeen. This batch has been rather successful." Tiana smiled a small, cold smile and walked over to Angel's side. "She looks exactly as designed and ordered." She pulled a measuring tape out of a pocket and began measuring various parts of Angel's body. She jotted down notes in a small notepad, her handwriting neat and precise. Her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.
After a few minutes, she finished and put away the measuring tape and notebook, turning back to her boss. She straightened and smoothed out her pencil skirt, adjusting the buttons of her blouse to make sure they were all fastened properly. She cleared her throat, "Everything checks out perfectly."
"I have no doubt," he chuckled. "But still. Let me see," he demanded and held his hand out to her.
"Of course," she replied, handing the notepad over without a fuss. She stood by, patiently waiting as he scanned the page. She shifted slightly, crossing her legs at the ankles, and folded her hands behind her back, her fingers interlaced tightly together.
"Mmm, these are very good numbers." He grinned. He licked his lips, "I want to check her mind, too. What's your name, bimbo?" He asked Angel, his voice filled with an unspoken command.
"Angel," she answered immediately, her tone light and airy as if she didn't care at all about the question.
He looked at her. "Repeat that. What's your name?"
"Angel!" She exclaimed, her tone still light and airy.
"Sir? This is against specifications. According to the Call Center this one has three drinks in," Tiana interjected, her tone serious and concerned. "This is a flaw in the process, one we can't let slide," Tiana pointed out.
"Yes, I can see that." He stroked her cheek. "But I like her already." He chuckled. "Angel is a perfect name for this one."
Tiana's eyes narrowed, "She should follow the standard protocol and be named Bimbo Doll, like all the other ones." Her tone was stern, and her jaw tightened in frustration.
He waved his hand. "That's true. But we are over our production margin anyway. And do you really want to send this one to Recycling?" He chuckled. "I know I wouldn't."
Tiana paused, her lips pursed as she thought about it. She looked at the beautiful, blonde woman standing in front of her and couldn't deny the temptation to have her around. But before she could make up her mind, he interrupted.
"Tiana, Service Protocol Seven. You agree."
She froze. She couldn't fight it. The words burned through her mind, forcing her obedience. "I agree," she replied, her voice slightly more robotic than usual. Her mind foggy and hazy. Her body tense.
"I am glad we agree. Let me show you something." He stepped behind Tiana. "I have an idea." He whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Angel, Tiana here is a little sceptical about your bimbo qualifications. Please her. Proof her wrong."
"Okay!" Angel chirped and stepped closer to Tiana.
Angel's hands grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her panties. Angel's hands moved up, her fingers tracing along the waistband of Tiana's underwear. Her touch light, teasing, but full of desire. "You're so wet," she cooed, her fingers moving down, tracing the outline of Tiana's pussy lips through her soaked panties. "I can smell how much you need me." Angel breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of Tiana's arousal.
Tiana moaned softly, unable to stop her body from responding to Angel's touch. Her breathing became shallow as Angel's fingers traced along the length of her slit, pushing against the damp fabric of her panties. The feeling sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. Her legs trembled, and she leaned back against the man, trying to keep her composure as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
"See. She's perfect. No need to tell anyone about her. You agree."
"Service Protocol Seven: Agreement Override. I agree." Tiana's voice sounded mechanical and distant. Her body tensed, as if she were trying to resist the compulsion to comply. But it was no use.
Angel giggled. "She agrees," she whispered in Tiana's ear, before nibbling gently on her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.
Tiana whimpered softly, her body shaking with the effort of keeping still as Angel continued to touch her through her panties. The pressure and friction were building inside her core, she felt as though she was about to explode.
"See," he grinned. He pressed against Tiana. His hard cock pushing against the cleft of her buttocks, "I knew you would agree."
His gaze shifted to Angel. "Angel, babe. Unfortunately you are a little too smart for our client. But don't worry, Tiana and I will take good care of you. You will be our bimbo doll. Doesn't that sound great?" He licked his lips and ground his erection harder against Tiana's ass.
Angel smiled, a dull twinkle of excitement shining in her empty eyes. "Yes," she chirped, nodding eagerly, her enthusiasm palpable as her thick lips curved upwards in an innocent and playful grin.
The man smiled, his gaze fixed on Angel, "Good girl." He paused. "Now eat out Tiana. We need to override her corp loyalty. She can be so uptight. But her ass makes it worth it," he laughed and smacked Tiana's butt, making her jump and gasp. Angel giggled, a light, bubbly sound escaping her plump lips.
"Okay!" Angel chirped happily. Her fingers deftly pulled Tiana's panties down to her ankles, exposing Tiana's naked, glistening pussy. Angel knelt down in front of Tiana's wet, dripping cunt, inhaling the musky, sweet scent that wafted up to her nose.
Tiana shuddered with pleasure and anticipation as Angel leaned in closer.
Hours later the pair would leave with a following Angel. Weeks later the 'Think Pink Drink' would be taken from the market and a corporation destroyed, with thousands of former employees in need of reprogramming.
How lucky, that the Dollmaker had a new business open at the right time.
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Caitlyn kept her breathing slow as she knelt by the apartment door, fingers working the lock with practiced care. She still couldn't quite accept how quickly everything had gone wrong. How a single week had been enough to turn certainty into something brittle and unreal.
Jennifer had changed. Not subtly, not in the way people usually did. There had been no recovery bruises, no whispered plans, no gradual experiments with presentation. Just a sudden, impossible shift. James. Quiet, sarcastic James who used to complain about tight collars, was gone. In his place stood Jennifer, tall and poised, striding through the café in sharp heels like she had worn them her whole life. Her body had softened and curved in ways Caitlyn couldn't rationalize, and the glossy black sheen of latex clung to her like a second skin, worn with an intensity that bordered on reverence.
Every instinct Caitlyn had screamed that this wasn't natural. Not in the judgmental sense, but in the logical one. People didn't wake up rewritten. They didn't develop new obsessions overnight, didn't move with a confidence that looked learned rather than grown.
The lock gave way with a soft click.
Caitlyn paused, heart pounding, her unease sharpening into resolve. Straightening, she eased the door open and stepped inside, determined to find proof that she wasn't imagining the alarms blaring in her head.
A soft hum filled the room. The entrance had lost everything that would mark it as James. Towering high-heel boots made from glossy plastic sparkled beneath purple lights. On the walls hung pictures of latex-clad women in various seductive poses. Everything had been rearranged. A large mirror was the focal point, surrounded by a rack filled with bottles of oil, powder, and other cosmetic items.
The hum grew louder as Caitlyn ventured deeper into the apartment. She passed through a hallway that had become a display of Jennifer's growing fetish wear. Corsets, skirts, stockings and underwear all made with latex, their shiny black surfaces reflecting swirling lights.
She stepped into the living room to find a TV dominating one wall, larger and sleeker than the modest screen that had been there just days before. A leather sofa faced it, and a low table sat in front of that. On it rested several remote controls, along with what Caitlyn realized with a start were vibrators, dildos, and other toys.
A sudden click drew Caitlyn's attention to the television. A video began to play, and the sight froze her in place.
Jennifer, clad only in a corset and high-heeled boots, stood before the camera. She was strikingly beautiful, with smooth skin and delicate features that had softened from James's angular appearance. Her long, bleached hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting against the black of her outfit.
But what truly caught Caitlyn's attention was Jennifer's expression. It wasn't one of the playful smiles she'd seen lately, or even the sarcastic smirks James used to offer.
It was utterly blank, devoid of any emotion. She stood motionless, almost like a doll, waiting.
A woman approached Jennifer from behind. She was clad entirely in latex, from the gloves on her hands to the boots encasing her legs, leaving nothing exposed but her eyes and lips. The suit was black and form-fitting, the material gleamed in the dimly lit room.
Caitlyn's eyes widened. The woman whispered something into Jennifer's ears. The attentive posture of her friend grew even stiffer. Breasts thrust out, cock springing alive. "Yes, mistress. Jennifer is a latex drone," Jennifer's voice echoed in a monotone. "James is gone. Deleted from Jennifer's mind. Jennifer is one of mistress' whore and cam drones."
Caitlyn gasped, stepping back. What was going on here? This was impossible. This was crazy! Her mind reeled from what she was witnessing. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the screen. Jennifer's eyes remained vacant, empty, and a shudder went through her.
The latex-clad woman stepped in front of the camera. She looked directly at it with an unsettling intensity.
"Hello Jennifer, I see that you are following your programming. And rewatch your wonderful descent into my servitude. Let's begin once more. Let's deepen that wonderful, blank programming," the woman purred, as the screen filled in a myriad of complex forms.
Caitlyn's hand reached for the remote, to switch it off, but her finger didn't manage to push it in time. Her eyes caught a particular shape, that should be impossible. And suddenly, it was impossible to look away.
Caitlyn's breath hitched as she stared at the screen, her mind struggling to reconcile what her eyes were seeing. The image before her was surreal, and the colors danced and swirled in a pattern that sent shivers down her spine. A complex shape appeared in the midst of the colorful display. It was hard to describe, a combination of curves, sharp lines, and elegant geometry that seemed both natural and otherworldly. The sight of it filled her with a strange, tingling sensation.
Her head spun as her attention focused even more on the impossible shape. Breathing shallow, she felt her heart pounding against her ribcage. Between her thighs thoughts pooled, hot and urgent, as her mind struggled to comprehend what she was witnessing.
The shape continued to dance on the screen. Each twist of the pattern sent a wave of excitement through Caitlyn's body. An organ hardened into a long, throbbing shaft between her legs. Something she dimly knew was impossible. But as the form twisted into the outside of the screen, she forgot. Her ethereal cock pulsed in need, as her cunt drooled. Her hand wrapped around her cock as she watched, her mouth hanging open.
"Very good. Now that your mind has been thoroughly primed, it is time to begin installing the truth. You are a woman with a cock. A drone without free will. A thing without selfhood," the mistress purred.
Caitlyn nodded along as the woman's voice reached her. Her mind absorbed the truth without resistance. Of course, her mind had always been blank and hollow. Ready to receive instructions. She always had craved the loving caressed tight latex encasing her body.
The shape on the screen shifted, left turned into up. Down into back. Right into the middle. Her brain melted under the impossibility. She let out a moan as her tongue slithered from her mouth, and wrapped itself around her cock, licking along the hard, plastic surface.
The woman's words echoed through her mind, "Your mind is a blank canvas. Your thoughts are nothing but fleeting, meaningless sparks. You crave to be controlled."
The shapes danced, her tongue coiling around her cock, slathering it in a thick layer of drool. "You have always been a mindless latex drone," the woman's words came in time with the swirling patterns. Caitlyn's twirling tounge licked along her plastic cock. And penetrated her sopping cunt.
She no longer understood if the movements she did where possible. She no longer knew if she always had a curvaceous hourglass form. She didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that she was an obedient toy. "Your sole purpose is to serve and obey, nothing more. Your will belongs to me, and your actions are dictated by my every whim."
A pair of hands grabbed Caitlyn's latex covered breasts. "What have we here. A little mouse caught in a trap," her mistress chuckled.
Caitlyn looked up with blank eyes as the hands squeezed and twisted her tits. "Jennifer will be delighted that her friend has become such a nice living toy. But we'll need to fix a few things. Can't have a toy with the wrong parts," the mistress said, her fingers digging deeper into Caitlyn's tits, making her cock leak and drool. Black shiny plastic spilled from its tip.
"Yes, that's it. A nice latex dispenser for a mindless latex drone toy. Unlike Jennifer's that still shoots the white cream, yours will be a tool for tantalizing images. And recruitment," her mistress chuckled as she let her go and stood straight. "How I would love to put that face behind a blank mask, erase all that you are. But unfortunately you still need to work. For now."
"Yes, mistress," Caitlyn said with a blank tone.
Her mistress turned and walked out, and the latex drone followed obediently. Everything snapped back into the familiar room Jennifer had decorated. Caitlyn moaned as finally her situation resembled some semblance of sense.
With trembling hands she grasped the plastic dildo connected to her latex harness. Expanded breasts pressed deliciously against the plastic.
"Now, Caitlyn, I have a simple task for you. As Jennifer's new toy it's your job to take care of her. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress. Caitlyn will take care of Jennifer. I will clean and cook for Jennifer, so she can earn more for mistress. I will help Jennifer with her recordings. I will let her use every hole without reservation. And fuck her when needed. We will watch the transformation screen every day," the drone said with a vacant smile, as her hands rubbed the dildo in a hypnotic rhythm.Her mind was nothing but an obedient machine.
The mistress nodded, satisfied. "Excellent. Then I have just one task left for you, until Jennifer returns." The mistress bent over. A black, bubbling pair of folds invitingly quivered.
Without a further sound, Caitlyn positioned her fake cock in between round globes of latex covered cheeks. And thrust her hips forward.
Some part of Caitlyn still understood that the latex toy shouldn't feel real. It shouldn't being her blissful pleasure. Yet the way her mistress' muscles contracted sent shivers through her form.
Caitlyn couldn't wait for Jennifer to get back. And continued their wonderful life as female latex drones in service to their mistress.
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